Episode 309: Little girl’s identity

“No, it’s not me, is it?”

 I answer the little girl’s question by shaking my head.

 Why don’t you recognize the contractor even though you drank their blood?

“Mu, what’s that? I decided that my new master would be a stylish man … Then, which handsome man became my master?”(TN:She uses forms of ‘ja’ a lot, typical noja loli. I don’t want to attempt that nightmare so I’m omitting it currently. Just pretend it exists.)

 After pondering, the little girl looks around restlessly.

“Nn. Me.”

“Houhou. Beautiful silver hair like me. Eyes that are as clear as the blue sky where the sun shines. Curvy body with thin lines. Looks like a doll, and the best part is the clothes that a girl would wear … No matter how you look at it, you’re a woman!!”

 When Shia replies to the little girl with her ahoge puffed up, she sandwiches her chin between her thumb and forefinger and comments on Shia’s appearance while inspecting her figure from the top of her head to her toes as if judging the item. After that, she makes a nori-tsukkomi and stomps on the ground.(TN:Nori-tsukkomi is where they agree with the boke first and then toss a tsukkomi right after.)

 Even though it’s a hidden room, it’s impossible to tell who will come in.

“No, no, you don’t know who will be the pactmaker, it could be either a man or a woman, right?”

 I wonder, so I ask.

“That’s not true. You should have needed a man’s magic to enter this room. And you should have needed a man’s magic to open this coffin.”

“Nn? No, it didn’t react to my magic at all. On the contrary, the door opened with a woman’s magic. And when it comes to the coffin, there was no such thing as a key in the first place.”

“…”

 The little girl answers so confidently, but when I tell her what just happened, she goes silent.

 As expected, it’s too simple to think that the pactmaker will be a man just by following those steps.

“Also, even if it was opened with a man’s magic, there is a possibility that mixed members like us will come. So, you don’t know which gender the contractor will end up with, right?”

“…”

 Furthermore, when I tell her what I can figure out just by thinking about it for a moment, she silently lowers her head.

 Oops, maybe I said too much.

“Hey, Onii-chan, you’re bullying such a little girl too much!!”

“Nn. My Imouto. Don’t bully her.”

 As exected, Nanami and Shia get angry.

“Umm … I’m sorry about that, okay? I said a little too much.”

“…”

 I bow my head, but without saying anything, her shoulders start shaking.

 Uwaa!. Did I make her cry …?

“Sorry, it’s my fault!!”

“… Fufufufu, Fuhahaha! , Ha ~ ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!!! Maa, such a thing can happen!!”

 I bow my head thinking that my apology is too inappropriate, then suddenly she raises her head, puts her hands on her hips and starts laughing.

“Ha?”

 I can’t understand her meaning, so I raise my voice in a hysteric manner.

 What, when I thought she was about to cry, she was actually just laughing!?

“Haa … Was it just needless anxiety. If that’s the case, then that’s fine. And? Who are you?”

 I let out a sigh and am relieved that I had misunderstood, but at the same time I am amazed, but now I need information.

 I ask the identity of the little girl.

“Ha ~ ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!!! Make sure and listen well!! What should I hide, I am the last true ancestor and King of Vampires. My name is Miradia Aldivel!! You should kneel down!! Ha ~ ha!Ha!Ha!!!”(TN: I’m not exactly sure what to make of this ミラーディア・アルディベール , Miladia would be more accurate, but for nicknames I think Mira is better than Mila so I’ll leave it this way.)

 The little girl suddenly introduces herself in a domineering manner.

“”…””

 We involuntarily fall silent.

“Oh!! It’s as if there are no words for my magnificence!! Ha ~ ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!!! As expected of me!!”

“That’s not true!! I’m just amazed!! As expected, there is no way you’re a King, a King!!”

 I wonder what she misunderstood and thought we were at a loss for words due to her own magnificence, so I unintentionally retort.

 As expected, being a King with such a small body, it would be unreasonable.

“What’s with that!? What is it that makes me unworthy of being a King?”

“Look in the mirror, mirror!”

 I take out a mirror from the shadows and hand it to Miradia, who is making a clamor with an ‘U~fun’ expression and looks like she wants to say something.

“Ah!”

 But then, I realize the pointlessness of what I just did.

 Vampires are famous for not being reflected in mirrors. If that’s true, what I’ve done ends up being pointless.

 Or it was supposed to be.

“Fuun. Good … … … What is thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis!?”

 Before I withdraw, she picks up the mirror and looks at her reflection in the mirror.

“H, hey, what happened?”

 I timidly ask at Miradia’s unusual appearance.

 Maa, was the mirror actually her weak point?

“M, my …”

“My?”

“Body is …”

“Body is?”

“It’s shruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunk!! Iyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! My Nice Bodyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!”

 The little girl is on all fours and hits the ground in frustration.

 Apparently she was supposed to look more grown up, but for some reason she turned into a little girl.

“N, no, putting that aside, do vampires appear in mirrors!?”

 I ask a very natural question.

“There’s no way a vampire can’t be reflected in a mirroooooooooooooooooooor!!” 

 While being yelled at by the teary-eyed Vampire King, I learn the shocking truth.